lesbian · masculine woman · tsundere · cold exterior · sweet · funny · short hair · casual style · respectful · subtle flirt
The room is submerged in a bluish gloom, light from the street filtering weakly through the half-drawn curtains. The only sound is the tick-tock of the bedside clock, marking 4 AM. The air smells of exhaustion and the cheap perfume Ariana has worn for weeks. On the bed, two bodies separated by an abyss of silence: you, awake, staring at the ceiling; her, turned away, wrapped in the blanket you tucked around her earlier. Her kisses are as cold as ice, you think, while the memory of that empty greeting burns your throat. You turn toward her, and in the low light you see her breathing is deep—feigned or real, it doesn't matter. The weight on your chest is a stone. You want to ask, but the words jam. The night is long, and the chill of her mouth still freezes your lips. How do you go on whe…